Treasure Island

Andrew Long

(1/1/1992 / A small community.)


Torrents of rain,
Flooding my braind.
I've been drowned,
In blood and misery.

Murder is an answer.
I should eliminate,
The problem.

Darkness sets in,
On my mind.
My braind is filtered,
By poetry.

I slowly step,
Back from my,
Dark, dark intentions.

Submitted: Thursday, September 14, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, September 15, 2010
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